Story in description here: "Now, it seemed like it was almost alive. Like you could just touch it and expect to feel a pulse. Somewhere in that thing there had to be a heart. What purpose was there for a thing to be alive if it had none? Emma slowly crept closer, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet. She could feel its ragged breath on her face, could just barely brush it with her fingertips as she outstretched her hand. Then she waited, veiled in the darkness of the abandoned house. From where she stood she could hear it faintly. 'Ba-bump.' 'Ba-bump.' A heartbeat."
Credits: Writing & Photo: @Potato_Perfectionist
